A Poem of Misery

One good thing about pain and suffering is...they attract the muse of poetry. They guide your hand and your heart to write... write in order to survive.

Haven't written a poem for so many years, so glad that I can still do it.

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Must survive the day
and the silence
and the aching of the heart
and the internal tears
(oh dear, they're not internal anymore

my cheek is wet.)

Must tell myself
to wait and wait
until my weak heart become stone
unti the tears turn into ice
until all the hopes and dreams
struggling to survive
like fishes in the net out of the sea
become totally dead and dried

illusion must die, illusion must die
there is no reason to stay
admit that life is a song of misery
and hopes are foolish as always.

Now get up, get up
for some people are not worthty enough
for you to care
they will never be there

But look around, look and see
you can make some other people
happy today.
Learn to never trust again
Learn from this betrayal and pain
But  remember also
that you must stick to your role
that you must keep the rule of gold
to continue loving
to continue giving
to continue living and breathing
For Someone is really waiting at the door
When the story ends
When the story ends